My sister, the budding archeologist, has taken to eating sardines cause apparently, thats what they do on digs. She just gave my kitty cat the remnants of the sardine tin.
Great. I'm soooo happy that tonight, when he sleeps on my bed, he's gonna have SARDINE BREATH.
The small back room where my sister washes artifacts used to have an old man living in it, and they think its haunted.
We need to celebrate Max's birthday. If we do it for the dogs, we do it for the cat, I say. Especially because he's seventeen! This might be his last.
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